Poetry Posts

Waves surging onto beach

Moving Waters

by Eleanore Lee Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine It flows, pours pastLike our loves?The waves are surging up Baker Beach shore(Fukushima-flavored waves, my love?)Yes, crouch on the wet sand and breathe in that cold roar! Did you remember yourBathing suit? Sandals? Me?Faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne…?Everything? Must I? Hand…

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A pink flamingo

It Begins with a Lapsus

by Ray Corvi It begins with a lapsus I climb out of the windowinto the boughs of trees become a bird& fly away and find myselfgrafted to the day                         * the window:             open it–– I shall leap and soar I can whistle any tune the songs they o-pen as windows               or…

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Golden autumn trees

I Know

by Susanna Hargreaves I knowYou just want to hearwe are safeand to believewe are watched overand protectedI just need to knowI will see your smileunder the autumn trees again     -surrounded by goldI will open our windowsand let the wind blow fresh air into every roomThen the house will smell like the…

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Soccer ball on empty field as sun sets

The Inheritance

by Kristal Peace My fatherWas a busy man. He sat all dayIn front of his computer. Often,He took time to check his SmartphoneBecause it beeped a lot; it needed Him.I would try to interrupt himHoping we could play a gameOf tag, or hide-and-seek, or soccer.Or even read a book together….

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Polar bear on piece of Arctic ice

Hardware

by Gil Hoy I’ve no use forA stainless steelLightweight Corrosive resistantContraption That encumbersMy wristAnd can’t Tell me anythingUseful anyway. “There will be time,There will be time,To prepare a faceTo meet the facesThat you meet.” No, there’s no timeFor a chronometer With a full date display,Blue dial, rhodium-Plated hands And an…

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Armor for protection

Looking Back

by Amy Covel Looking back,I can’t regretmy choices. I put on armorto protect myself.It kept me safe,but I lostsome friends. I was serious.This made me matureand successful.But I forgotto be a childuntil I was old.

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Empty classroom with chalkboard

Teenage Brain

by Julie Worsham (This poem contains sexual abuse and self-harm.) Man, I don’t wanna go to this class todayThe teacher’s always talkin’ bout how I need to apply myselfI guess she don’t understand how badly I want to fade awayJust curl up in my bed, cover my head, and forget…

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Light contrasting with darkness

Last Light

by Brian Reickert The sun flicked offlike it was on a switch,and the darknessand the cold were instantand absolute. No one expected it to happenlike that, not one.An event utterly without precedentor warning. Every law and book, everyprophecy and prayer,every theory and model, alloverturned and swept away, and no one…

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Wrinkled paper in the schoolyard

Wrinkled Paper

by Adrienne Monestere She was carvedfrom wooden shaftsof blackwood and pink ivory,mulched and pulpedin collated swank.From bolted margins                                        she’s parted from her shieldrebelling against the jotter,                                       torn to an asphalt schoolyard,mutilated to a ball,                                       beaten and launchedwith their wooden bats,                                       smashed in a recess game.Humiliated,                                                                              frightened, risingthrough ridicule,                                       she lies wrinkled,rumpled                                       and tramped. She limps towards…

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Clanging bells

Belles Behest

by Antonio Eramo I wake to clanging bells behestand rush to places I detestI pour my roaring youth awayentrapped in “no” from yesterday to know thyself is just a conI knew her once and now she’s gonethe same paths as the day beforeI walk today and feel unsure

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